IRC ... the last frontier
(Stare date: 24 hours a day)

...where anyone under 11 years old has enough technical knowledge to hack their way across cyberspace, knocking offline the unwary surfer and unwarier serf back into reality <gasp>.

From out of the ether <ether you do it his way, or else!>... and into the Webbed of deceitful ways emerges... ChannelGod (CG for short).

More powerful than a steaming hacker, able to leap Unix faster than a warez thief, stops independent thought with a single kick/ban.

He is ever the protector of the hopelessly lost. His finger constantly quivers near the the "nuke you" button on his captain's chair. He unswervingly conquers spacey comments, counsels the unruly into subservience, masterminds vigilante bots to secure his domain, and keeps an ear out for the sound of a hacking cough.

His sworn <does it frequently> duty is to make 'his' channel a safe harbor from the cyber storm, and he harbors no ill Will. (Will got tossed out about a week ago and started up his own channel, bless his evil free-thinking soul.) But nevah you worry, CG was heard to say <several hundred times> "I'll get him!"

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Rule No. 1 ... he's the Ruler ... his rules count
Rule No. 2 ... if you don't agree, too bad on you
Rule No. 3 ... see Rule No. 1

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Remember, CG knows what's good for you and he knows what's BEST for you, whether you know it or not.

Women adore him right up to the point they get to know him whereupon they change channels faster than any husband with control of the remote.

Men are benevolently ignored until they ask a question, whereupon they are immediately displaced into a black hole in cyberspace to think up their own answer.

He is, in any event, into control, and not remotely interested in whether or not you like him. After all, he's the CG!!!!

 

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